| Song | Screaming at the Wailing Wall |
| Artist | Flogging Molly |
| Album | Within a Mile of Home |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Casey, Hensley, Hutt, King ... | |
| So God, how come every wrongs been done | |
| With deals, no | |
| Christ should allow | |
| Once the communist, now the terrorist | |
| With blood, as thick as yours | |
| Now a caravan of clouds | |
| Warns us all of winter showers | |
| Then rattle comes the rain | |
| With each bullet screams your name | |
| So, how come this gatherin' storm | |
| Pours little on the truth? | |
| Where the smokin' gun's | |
| A familiar song let loose | |
| With the bombed out cars come the falling stars | |
| From a Heaven we'll never know | |
| And the nameless names | |
| On the mis-spelled graves grow tall | |
| We're still screamin' at the wailing wall | |
| I'll liberate your peoples' fate, spoke the burnin' bush | |
| But the song of beasts, growl with oil soaked teeth | |
| Their dollar is mighty and true | |
| Now the eagle soars the sky | |
| Over refugee and child | |
| And to all there is no end | |
| Another day in perfect hell | |
| So, how come this gatherin' storm | |
| Pours little on the truth? | |
| Where the smokin' gun's | |
| A familiar song let loose | |
| Now a caravan of clouds | |
| Warns us all of deadly showers | |
| Then rattle comes the rain | |
| With each bullet screams your name | |
| So, how come this gatherin' storm | |
| Pours little on the truth? | |
| Where the smokin' gun's | |
| A familiar song let loose | |
| With the bombed out cars come the falling stars | |
| From a Heaven we'll never know | |
| And the nameless names | |
| On the misspelled graves grow tall | |
| We're still screamin' at the wailing wall | |
| Oh, I'll liberate your peoples' fate | |
| As we scream at the wailing wall |
| zuo qu : Casey, Hensley, Hutt, King ... | |
| So God, how come every wrongs been done | |
| With deals, no | |
| Christ should allow | |
| Once the communist, now the terrorist | |
| With blood, as thick as yours | |
| Now a caravan of clouds | |
| Warns us all of winter showers | |
| Then rattle comes the rain | |
| With each bullet screams your name | |
| So, how come this gatherin' storm | |
| Pours little on the truth? | |
| Where the smokin' gun' s | |
| A familiar song let loose | |
| With the bombed out cars come the falling stars | |
| From a Heaven we' ll never know | |
| And the nameless names | |
| On the misspelled graves grow tall | |
| We' re still screamin' at the wailing wall | |
| I' ll liberate your peoples' fate, spoke the burnin' bush | |
| But the song of beasts, growl with oil soaked teeth | |
| Their dollar is mighty and true | |
| Now the eagle soars the sky | |
| Over refugee and child | |
| And to all there is no end | |
| Another day in perfect hell | |
| So, how come this gatherin' storm | |
| Pours little on the truth? | |
| Where the smokin' gun' s | |
| A familiar song let loose | |
| Now a caravan of clouds | |
| Warns us all of deadly showers | |
| Then rattle comes the rain | |
| With each bullet screams your name | |
| So, how come this gatherin' storm | |
| Pours little on the truth? | |
| Where the smokin' gun' s | |
| A familiar song let loose | |
| With the bombed out cars come the falling stars | |
| From a Heaven we' ll never know | |
| And the nameless names | |
| On the misspelled graves grow tall | |
| We' re still screamin' at the wailing wall | |
| Oh, I' ll liberate your peoples' fate | |
| As we scream at the wailing wall |
| zuò qǔ : Casey, Hensley, Hutt, King ... | |
| So God, how come every wrongs been done | |
| With deals, no | |
| Christ should allow | |
| Once the communist, now the terrorist | |
| With blood, as thick as yours | |
| Now a caravan of clouds | |
| Warns us all of winter showers | |
| Then rattle comes the rain | |
| With each bullet screams your name | |
| So, how come this gatherin' storm | |
| Pours little on the truth? | |
| Where the smokin' gun' s | |
| A familiar song let loose | |
| With the bombed out cars come the falling stars | |
| From a Heaven we' ll never know | |
| And the nameless names | |
| On the misspelled graves grow tall | |
| We' re still screamin' at the wailing wall | |
| I' ll liberate your peoples' fate, spoke the burnin' bush | |
| But the song of beasts, growl with oil soaked teeth | |
| Their dollar is mighty and true | |
| Now the eagle soars the sky | |
| Over refugee and child | |
| And to all there is no end | |
| Another day in perfect hell | |
| So, how come this gatherin' storm | |
| Pours little on the truth? | |
| Where the smokin' gun' s | |
| A familiar song let loose | |
| Now a caravan of clouds | |
| Warns us all of deadly showers | |
| Then rattle comes the rain | |
| With each bullet screams your name | |
| So, how come this gatherin' storm | |
| Pours little on the truth? | |
| Where the smokin' gun' s | |
| A familiar song let loose | |
| With the bombed out cars come the falling stars | |
| From a Heaven we' ll never know | |
| And the nameless names | |
| On the misspelled graves grow tall | |
| We' re still screamin' at the wailing wall | |
| Oh, I' ll liberate your peoples' fate | |
| As we scream at the wailing wall |